Chapter 28

ZAINAB

^THREE MONTHS LATER^

“Have you finished packing yet?”

I groan and roll my eyes even though he can’t see them.

“No! Five more minutes.”

“You said that five minutes a—”

“I know what I said!”

I’ve been packing for this “surprise trip” of Griff’s for the last hour. How am I supposed to know what to pack when he won’t even tell me where we’re going?

I’m folding another dress into my suitcase when he appears in the doorway.

He looks as handsome as ever in a sleeveless black vest that shows off his thick-as-fuck arms, littered with tattoos. He looks badass and bulky and fucking hot.

Nevertheless, I narrow my eyes at him.

“Have you ever considered that it might be easier to pack if you didn’t have so many clothes?”

I put the dress in the suitcase with a passive-aggressive thud and let out a huff.

“I don’t have too many clothes. I have just the right amount.”

“To clothe London,” he mutters under his breath.

He pushes off the doorjamb and walks away.

“I heard that!” I call after him.

It only takes me five more minutes to finish packing, just like I told him it would.

“Griff? Where are you?” I call as I put my suitcase by the lift. “I’m ready.”

“You’re not. You forgot something.”

I follow his voice to his bedroom. Even though we’re in a committed relationship now, we still keep our own bedrooms. Sometimes we’re up at different times, he snores when he’s been drinking, and we both need the separate closet space.

I walk into his room, stopping short when I find him laid across his bed, spread out like a snack on a serving platter.

“What are you doing?” I ask, trying not to check him out or laugh.

“Waiting for you to find what you’ve forgotten.”

I frown at his words, not understanding. He gets up and points down to a storage box that he’s pulled out from under his bed.

“Have a look in there,” he says.

I bend over and start rummaging through it.

“What are you on about? There’s nothing of mine in here!”

It’s all of his stuff from America: childhood trophies, pictures of him with his grandparents, a soft toy, that kind of thing.

Behind me, Griff presses his crotch to my butt. I try to straighten up, but his big hand comes down on my back and presses between my shoulder blades, keeping me bent over.

“Keep looking.”

I do as he asks, carefully looking through the items as his hands slide my dress up over my hips. He pushes my thong to one side. I moan loudly as he pushes two fingers inside me.

“So wet and I haven’t even touched you,” he says teasingly. “It was the tank, wasn’t it?”

“You know I like your arms,” I gasp as he works his fingers inside me. I drop my head and give myself a moment before collecting myself again. “There is nothing here of mine, Griff.”

“My bad, I meant the one next to it.”

I curse under my breath, trying my best to ignore his hand working between my legs as I grab the second storage box and look through it.

He pulls his fingers back, and the blunt tip of his dick is suddenly there, pressing against my entrance.

“Griff, now? Really?” I reply irritably.

I’m trying to look for whatever the hell he is talking about, and he’s too busy shoving his cock inside me to help.

Despite my irritation, a moan falls from my lips as he pushes into me with one thrust, filling me completely.

“Fuck, baby, you feel good,” he grunts.

I squeeze my eyes closed. He knows I can’t resist it when he gives me praise while inside me. It’s a doublewhammy.

“You found it yet?”

“Found what?” I ask, exasperated.

I try to stand up again, but he pushes me back down.

“Keep looking, it’s quite small.”

“Like something else,” I mutter.

He hears me. He grabs a fistful of my hair, wraps it around his hand, and pulls, making me whimper. I gasp as he begins thrusting into me properly, fucking me as I’m bent over.

My fingers close around a small box, but it drops.

“Wait, what’s this?”

“You found it?” he asks excitedly and thrusts again.

I moan and wrap my fingers around the box. I pull it out, gasping as I see my favorite jeweler’s logo on the front.

“No way…”

Griff grabs the front of my throat and pulls me upright. My back straightens and presses back against his chest.

With the box still in my hand, he lifts it higher and then pops open the lid for me. An excited squeal leaves my mouth at the sight of the beautiful sapphire and diamond ring nestled inside.

Griff’s breath is hot against my neck. His heart is racing, just like mine. I keep staring at the ring as he litters kisses over my neck and shoulder.

“Will you marry me, baby?”

I don’t even think twice before answering.

“Yes!”

Before my mind can catch up, he pulls out of me and spins me around. He pushes me, and we tumble backward onto his bed. His giant body comes down over mine, covering me.

He takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto my finger. A second later, he slides back inside me. We both moan at the feeling.

“I love you, Zee,” he says, his eyes full of love and sincerity.

He takes my legs and lifts them up so he can fuck me deeper.

“I love you,” I gasp.

I’m on such a high from the pleasure he is bringing me and the thought that this man wants to ~marry me.~

I never thought I’d find someone who wants me for me, not as some trophy wife they can parade around. Griff loves and respects ~me~, regardless of how famous my family is.

There is no man I’d rather be with.